We were laying on the wet lawn
Telling secrets and looking at the stars...

I look out my window,
see a girl on a park bench...

I remeber that horrible day
The day you got the phone call...

This is the story of a girl
Who lived in dreams...

Tears to dry,
Noses to wipe...

They all said
The same thing over and over...

I called mamma up last night
And she asked me if I was ok...

I miss you Alex
More then I can say...

Maybe I wear silly jewlery
Or don't take time to smooth on make-up...

You slammed the car door
And glaring at me yelled...

I lived in dreams
Like girls often do...

I remember the first time
I saw him...